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Inspectah Deck - Hyperdermix lyrics
Inspectah Deck] Yo the bare facts make 'em take Flight like Air Max Hyperdermix raps share it and you'll both have tracks Dope man supply fire to wax push your wigs back Hit ya like a tall cat make ya relapse Never before have ya ever heard this level of raw My metaphors touch down like the hammer of Thor Knee deep into the war sirens and gats roar Livin life ragin bull life's the matador I soar, above the law, branded illegal They still rush my door cuz I'm power to the people Sharp as an eagle's claw, certified lethal Keanu Reaves can't match the Speed I exceed to Crash the party, make 'em jump like KenEvil I take cash in advance and blast off on retrieval "Check the bangin sounds that I invent, marvelous... Check--check, marvelous... Check the bangin--the bangin sounds that I invent" -> Ghostface Killah [Inspectah Deck] Yo, yo I can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm Droppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison For those on the streets, rock ir in your system One's restin in piece, in my heart ya livin Representin all those who ain't got a pot to piss in Went from small timer to a top position I'm not kiddin, so what? Radio's not mixin While shots whistlin, niggas on my block listen to the Uncontrolled, mentally hold you P.O.W. Comin through, ain't no good, ain't no love for you Cameleons play the wrong side of the fence Switchin like Clark Kent when the drama commence Ladies and gent's, my poetry's beyond intense Find me in the trench, while you hold your spot on the bench Best invest in me, favored heavenly I.N.S., address me, as your excellency Successfully defendin my belt with first rounders Where close friends get treated the same as out-of-towners "Check--check--check--check the bangin sounds that I invent... Check--check--check--check--check--check... Check the bangin--the bangin--the bangin... The bangin sounds--sounds that I invent" -> Ghostface Killah [Inspectah Deck] Jurrasic insides, I rise above the norm' Urban icon, ridin on the eye of the storm Veteran form, spaz like memories of 'nam Duckin bombs on the rendezvous with Miss Saigon Calm assassin, showin my face so they can know When on Beatstreet, I paint a picture like Raymo On the lay-low, makin dough, aimin to blow Got away to go, so I'm just takin it slow >From the Shao' borough, throwin the thoroughbred flow Echoin in the ghetto, throughout the metro 'Bout to let it go, give me some room to elbow Watch bitches stick to a nigga like velcro Yo, the plan is to grap what I can within my reach Expand like the crystal white sands that fill the beach With my hand on the piece, one eye is on the beast Through the rhyme I teach history class and move the mass .. I can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm Droppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison For those on the streets, rock ir in your system One's restin in piece, in my heart ya livin *echo* I can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm Droppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison For those on the streets, rock ir in your system One's restin in piece, in my heart ya livin *echo |
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